Even when we feel alone, we are surrounded.
Her hair flowed wildly Untamed The scent of Tall grasses blowing Frantically framing her thin face Ever so pale With a touch of color Creating a delicate surface Painting her emotions Much like her hair She felt the world In each cell That built her being
Laying atop, sinking in To these soft covers Velvety fur caresses my skin Watching the world Stand still. A dark thump Hits hard and falls. The nothingness That stands in its way Reflecting light Bouncing Shapes That define something That is never Really There. How many looking glasses Stand in our way Of moving forward … Continue reading My Tiny Window – November 22, 2019
You tell me, Turn my pain into strength. It can only be strength. Because if it’s not It’s nothing, It’s death. Pain is always strength, To those who live through it.
The strong one, pushes through. The strong one, forgets to cry. The strong one, keeps on going. The strong one, holds your hand. The strong one, builds you up. The strong one, finds their smile. Until...